[Hook]
Answer to the riddle - more hidden than a crook
The only way they find it is if it's spitten in a hook

[Verse 1]
They love to know the story, more grody than Mr. Crowley
For those embarrassed, to no holier than thou, Imoli habits
Parrots to the goat, we bring 'em up to speed slowly
On the low key, kindles is phoney D
Tastes stale - see the world in shades of greyscale
Right there in black-and-white, protected by chain mail
Today's the day maids await to see a cisternum
Took my little mens with her, told 'em love 'em, kisted him
He's always sensitive, youngins is on some new stuff
Can't sit still or focus, the time it take to do enough
From off the mean streets of the 'Can I Get A Dollar' dude
Above measure, the singular pleasure of solitude
It's your poison, if you so choose, absorb it
Feel it in your veins 'til the brains shoot off into orbit
How you know Octagon? Or much less Tetragrammaton?
To get the good stuff, you need to get out to the Amazon
With any luck, you might could score locally
Just keep it on the hush when you're speaking on it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member
I think I still owe him a little something from November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak?
Get it - sweating, sitting on his packets from last week
We've all got our weaknesses, along with the functioning dead
Some'll end up fudging numbers, bugging and lunching instead
It's NetFlix to the head
Second best trick to get the chicks to the bed